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[The scene opens as Teal enters the infirmary room in which Tilia, Val, and Wynlynn have been recuperating. Tilia is standing at a window near the door through which the cleric’s assistant directs Teal. Val is sitting on one of the beds, and Wynlynn is standing next to her.] Teal: Oh, I’m so glad that …
Continue reading “D&D Dialogs 1: Scenes from the Infirmary & inside the Temple of Joy”
The news of Travis’s death was shocking. It seems so ridiculous that we could save him from below the elven ruins, from that strange ailment only for him to die in a silly competition. At first I didn’t want to believe it, what does it even mean for a Warforged to die? After seeing his …
As I approached the Queen’s Road gate, I felt a pickpocket brush by. With nothing in my pocket to lose, I let it pass without chase or cry and would have thought no more of it, but the image of Tymora that I stole from Songsteel and wear on a cord around my neck began …
We literally stumbled upon Agenar just as we began our recent adventures, seemingly just another drunk in a ditch. But the hooded man is more than he appears. Although painfully thin (and filthy) when he joined our party, and quite ragged still, he’s breathtakingly handsome for a human. So much so that I suspect he’s …
My dreams are red, red as blood and vast as the western ocean. Dagon’s Reach prods me to wake before I see more. It is too early, but sleep will not return. And it is better to start early. Sh’Lang is two full days north of the city on foot by the Queen’s Road, in …
My hand is trembling so violently that I can barely write legibly as I wait for permission to visit Tilia, Val, and Wynlynn in the infirmary where more seriously injured combatants are treated. Though I sustained a few serious burns and was knocked about pretty badly, my own injuries were relatively minor compared to those …
Continue reading “Ferryman’s Log, Entry #3 (10th of Sehanine)”
Approaching Dranseri, the statue of Bahamut, cursed pretender, towers above the roofs. The platinum dragon is surrounded by scaffolding, which I hope means Tiamat has landed an injurious blow. My companions gasped and admired the sights – the Raven Queen’s obelisk, the Cobalt Reserves’ sapphire-domed library, the Two Moon sculpture of the elven gods. They …
I was recuperating from the obsidian assassin’s attack in the boat’s bow, talking with Val about the great markets of Dranseri as Teal guided us gently down the river, when Jerry lurched unsteadily toward us with a question. “Agenar,” he asked loudly, “are you the one called Dragon Master of Sriss?” I scowled. I have …
We’ve been in Dranseri for barely twenty-four hours; yet it seems like we’ve already seen and done more than we would in two weeks back at the Glade! Sitting here in the courtyard of the Cobalt Reserves—as we wait for Travis to get us into this beautiful azure-topped library—I shall jot down some of our …
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Another guitar improvisation based on Pantaghion’s character. Drawing courtesy of Paul. https://www.dropbox.com/s/hdzvgdf5fwwddkw/pantaghion.mp3?dl=0
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